freenovelworld #1087 - Chapter 1087 Imprisonment and Slavery
#1087 - Chapter 1087 Imprisonment and Slavery
Somewhere in the Werewolf Empire's grasslands....
A colossal, yet incredibly noisy vehicle appeared at the edge of their vision.
This massive black truck was adorned with a seductive portrait of the Fallen Angel Liz on one side, and the crimson insignia of the Abyss Cult on the other.
Moreover, the truck's structure and size were quite peculiar.
The upper section served as the transport area for the Fallen Cultists.
This area was heavily armored, riddled with numerous small openings for firing weapons, resembling a tank turret.
However, the lower part of the vehicle was a rectangular area, similar to a bus.
This section had nearly thirty side doors that could be opened with a switch.
Behind these doors, a large group of inexplicably noisy and unidentified creatures were confined.
These creatures were frantically yelling and howling within the relatively cramped lower level of the vehicle, their voices loud enough to be heard clearly from a kilometer away.
"Quiet, all of you!"
"Damn it, I never thought I'd be going to war with demons one day."
Complained a hooded Fallen Cultist, filled with rage, to another cultist beside him.
But the response was not what he expected.
The cultist next to him rolled his eyes in exasperation upon hearing his complaint.
He pointed to several other cultists behind him and said,
"You."
"You're just a useless complainer, nothing more."
"I don't understand."
"Haven't you realized by now that traveling with demons is a good thing? After all..."
Roar!
Before he could finish, a small but agile figure darted out from a gap in the lower level and lunged towards the cultist.
Unfortunately for the creature, before it could reach the cultist, the ever-complaining cultist rushed forward and smashed it away with his Abyss Type-I rifle (a masterpiece from the Decayed Life).
Thud!
With the sound of the gunstock impacting flesh.
The small figure was sent flying, spinning dramatically in the air before crashing back into the gap, spilling crimson blood.
Instantly, over forty similar figures swarmed out from the vicinity of the fallen creature.
Like flies drawn to rotting meat, they pounced on the body with terrifying speed, tearing it apart.
Even though the poor little creature wasn't truly dead yet.
And even more of these figures were watching everything with hungry and greedy eyes!
In an instant, the already noisy lower level became even more chaotic.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, the cultist who was almost attacked quickly raised his Abyss Type-I rifle, aiming it into the gap at the small creatures.
But the captain beside him immediately stopped the reckless action, his large hand, marked with the Abyss Cult's insignia, gripping the rifle's barrel tightly.
"Hey, you little punk, are you out of your ***** mind?"
"Are you not afraid of those little demons attacking you if you start shooting, driven by the scent of blood?"
The Fallen Cultist captain, over three meters tall, spoke to the cultist in an icy tone.
Anyone could hear the murderous intent in his almost crazed voice.
Hearing his captain's words, the cultist immediately calmed down and quickly lowered his rifle.
"Hmph, good thing you're smart!"
The captain slowly crouched down, looking at the little demons below who were frantically devouring their teammate's corpse.
"See, the reason that little demon attacked you was simply because one of you idiots didn't do your job properly, allowing it to escape!"
Hearing this, the other Fallen Cultists nearby immediately noticed that the demon that attacked them didn't have the steel shackles around its neck like the other demons.
It seemed that their captain was right; this little demon had indeed escaped its confinement, which led to the attack.
"Sorry, Captain, we'll be more careful next time."
Upon hearing this, the warriors who were responsible for shackling the little demons immediately broke out in a cold sweat and quickly replied.
The most astute of the Fallen Cultists rushed into the Abyss War Vehicle's control room, where nearly a hundred little demons were imprisoned, and carefully checked each demon's neck from above to ensure they all had sturdy shackles.
"Hmph."
"You better not make the same mistake again."
"Because if it happens again, I will consider it a provocation against me."
"And I will initiate a blood ritual to please the Fallen Angel Liz, until one of us devours the other's heart!"
Hearing this, the cultist who was almost attacked and those who made the mistake couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Because he knew very well that his captain wasn't joking.
If he made such a stupid mistake again, then the cannibal in front of him would definitely use the excuse of the mistake to eat his heart and make himself stronger.
You should know that their captain was only a small guy of about 1.7 meters tall just three months ago.
But now...
He was getting closer and closer to the monsters in the upper echelons of the Abyss Cult.
From his physique to his behavior.
In short, after a flurry of chaotic inspections, the bizarrely shaped vehicle finally set off again.
The Fallen Cultist who was almost attacked curiously asked his captain.
"By the way, Captain."
"Why can our armored vehicle only hold Little Demons?"
"If I remember correctly, there are many people in our unit who can bring other, more powerful demons to help them fight."
"Isn't that unfair to us?"
Hearing this, the other Fallen Cultists nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, yeah."
You see, among this newly formed Abyss Cult legion, many branches of the legion were different from these unlucky guys.
The demons confined in their vehicles were often higher-level demons.
Such as Bone Demons, Winding Demons, and the like.
"Hmph."
"Is there even a need to think about it?"
"Of course, it's because our current strength only allows us to control and confine these Little Demons!"
The captain replied coldly.
"If you guys were stronger, I could ask the angel's quartermaster for more powerful demons to confine!"
"If it weren't for the fact that you guys receive too few blessings usually, how could I possibly be assigned to a team with you?"
After saying this, the captain looked helplessly at the team members behind him.
"Forget it, let me explain it specifically. First, you must understand one thing."
"According to the sacred will of Lord Liz."
"Our team's strength rating is the lowest, F."
"Therefore, any Abyss Cult team rated F can only control the most inferior Little Demons."
"If our rating were higher, we could control and enslave Imps."
"And an Imp's strength is about two to three times that of a Little Demon."
"If we go even higher, we can even have Winding Demons!"
"Finally, if our rating reaches SSS, we will no longer use such inferior armored vehicles to enter the battlefield. What we will use will be giant Abyss War Vehicles with confinement devices, entering the battlefield with the help of demon engines."
"And at that time, the demon we confine will be a complete Legendary Balor!"
Speaking of this, the captain's eyes couldn't help but light up.
"But no matter what, our team's overall strength must be able to suppress the demons below us."
"Otherwise, if the demons get out of control, we will surely die!"
"Look, the Little Demon that escaped just now is the best example."
"If it weren't a Little Demon, but a Winding Demon, I swear by the glory of Lord Liz, it could definitely kill everyone except me within ten seconds!"
Hearing what their captain said, the other Fallen Cultists nodded in agreement.
Indeed.
Their strength had not yet reached the standard to confine powerful demons.
And according to the nature of demons, they actually felt that it was a good choice for them to only be able to confine and enslave Little Demons.
After all.
Little Demons are the weakest link among demons.
Although their numbers are the largest among demons.
However, just as these people were still daydreaming, dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared on both sides of the road.
Immediately afterward, accompanied by the howling of wolves, a dozen strong werewolves with crimson eyes quickly appeared around the black steel armored vehicle.
Each of these werewolves had strength comparable to the Fallen Cultist captain.
But none of the Fallen Cultists present felt any fear of these werewolves.
Because....
Clatter clatter clatter!
Just as the group of werewolves was about to approach the armored vehicle.
The side doors under the vehicle suddenly all opened, pairs of scarlet and hungry eyes twinkling in the darkness, staring intently at those who were their prey!
The battle had begun!
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